Every child, however citified, has an inbuilt need to crab. Picture, if you will, a particularly small Cyberman: put a kite string in one hand, and a bucket with some old bacon rind in the other, and watch that terrifying glint take over the eye. Snowhill Creek’s crabbing pond is pleasingly located a) under some barbed wire and b) by what looks like a giant swamp. It’s a BRILLIANT place for children to exert their need to be kings without them getting into trouble. Mercifully, the only creatures at risk here are the crabs, and they’re old hands at this game. The poor things are in and out of the water so often they may as well be hired out for Old Spice adverts. (NB: Small Cybermen + water can often have dodgy consequences if left alone, so obviously go along with them) With the gentle clink of the Creek’s boats in the background, there’s a ritualistic furrowing of brows as bacon is attached to kite strings and unwound into the water. Crabs often lurk against the walls. Some of them are tiny, some of them are impressively large(well, ish, but to a five-year-old they look like giant sea monsters armed with chainsaws). It’s a beautiful location, and a simple English tradition. Everyone should go crabbing at least once, and several hundred bonus points if you go here.